That horrible alarm keeps getting closer and I just lay here. 4 hours left. When did that happen? It feels like my progress resets when I look at that illuminated clock. This room is completely silent. Barely a single sound and it seems like that should be nice but the silence lets in so much noise. That one thing I did two weeks ago. That song. I love that song. I loathe that song. It won’t leave me. Like it’s laughing at me for letting it into my mind. 3 hours left. That one was much longer. Tedious. 2 hours 45 minutes left. 2 hours 30 minutes left. Now I can’t stop focusing on that time. 2 hours 28 minutes left. At this point I should just give up.